This blog has nothing to do with gorillas (though I love 'em)...fellow bloggers have inspired me to share vintage images of Disneyland from my personal collection. But don't be surprised if you see something from a World's Fair, Knott's Berry Farm, or someplace else that is cool!

Saturday, June 30, 2012

Come on over, we're having a pot luck party in our wood-paneled basement! Bring that ambrosia that you are so famous for, it's deelish. Gladys is bringing deviled eggs and Susan is making a casserole.

Today's photos are from Somewheresville U.S.A., circa 1960, and I love 'em. Just look at those crazy folks, I'm surprised (and a little disappointed) that there is not a single lamp shade on anyone's noggin.

Music is playing, and they've busted out the instruments - bongos (darn, I wanted the bongos), a güiro, maracas, and something called "lummi sticks" (according to a friend of mine). Pretty soon, the clothes will start coming off and the cops show up. Happens like every time.

Meanwhile, back at the bar, everyone is drinking up a storm. I love the beer signs - Schaeffer beer is obviously a house favorite. I swear this could be my Uncle Harold's basement; nearby you would have found a Hammond electric organ (which his wife Florence would play), and even a bumper pool table, which was pretty awesome. Good times, for sure.

I hope you don't have a hangover after today's "Anything Goes" installment!

18 comments:

Golly - knotty pine wall paneling, "lovely" curtains and even a Celotex tiled ceiling-! (I certainly hope the tile is asbestos-free... Good luck on that score). That group had better be drinking good and hearty. Never mix - never worry-! Yeah, right.

Major, The whole house had low ceilings. It was a summer vacation rental (cabin) in the Santa Cruz mountains that was turned into a year-round unit. It was actually more like a shack.

Being tall, the low ceilings eventually got to me as well as the fact that old seasonal rentals are not meant for year round occupancy (no heat in the winter). These images remind me so much of that place I lived in back then.

Now,I grew up in Orange County CA where there are no basements,however, every cookie cutter tract house had a two car garage. Substitute the knotty pine for barn wood,and you have my (Dad's lair) garage growing up in the early 70's. Bar with cool beer signs,check,fridge with a tapper for kegs,check,pool table,check. And of course Dad's awesome stereo (hi-fi) setup. Dad was an early "mix taper", for parties he'd record hours of songs from album to reel to reel,we were the go to house for parties. Of course later there was Dad's desk in there with his base station during the CB craze......Ahhhh,the 70's....and the rapidly fading memories....